You know I said two so now I've done two and now you gotta judge number two. [@Punished GN]

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[i]"What kind of person wouldn’t protect what they care about?"[/i]
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[sub]Sullivan Nicholas McPherson

He/Him[b]|[/b] 28 [b]|[/b] Irish American[b]|[/b] 6’5” [b]|[/b] 300 lbs 
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Abandon
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Skills & Talents[/sub]
[i]"What is it? Jack of all trades, master of being a good-for-nothing?"[/i]
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[b][Raw Strength] ⫻[/b] Sully was a linebacker in high school, and while his dreams of going pro have long faded years of working construction and odd jobs has seen his strength linger on. Although he can’t hold a candle to professional strongmen, he’s almost always the strongest person in the room. He can easily heft up heavy loads with hardly a sweat and it would require a gang to keep him down on the ground. 
[b][Intimidation] ⫻[/b] Those who know Sully are aware that he’s about as dangerous as a newborn kitten, but it doesn’t change the fact that if he wants to he can look like a tough son of a bitch who can make someone eat their own teeth with just one hit. He actually uses this to dissuade violence, as he detests physical altercations. 
[b][DIY] ⫻[/b] Sully has a knack for fixing, tinkering, and crafting. This can range from simple quick repairs that require little more than some tape and elbow grease, to complex mechanical projects that are just shy of requiring an extensive engineering degree, to uncharacteristic like being able to hem a dress or build a computer. He can even perform some rough first aid, although some might be squeamish about his methods.
[b][Woodsman] ⫻[/b] Sully isn’t a full blown survivalist, but he spent his youth camping, hunting, and fishing with his father and has grown to appreciate the outdoors. He feels most at home in nature and can rattle off facts about flora and fauna with ease. 
[b][Iron Stomach] ⫻[/b] The man is a bottomless pit, casually able to crush local food competitions and drink anybody under the table. His social media feed is a horror show of gluttony and alcohol abuse, but on the brightside he did win a $100 gift card to a local wing place once.  [/sub][/hider]

[/cell][cell][sub][b] Appearance[/b][/sub]
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[i]"Yeah, I’m pretty hard to miss."[/i]

[indent]Sully isn’t just a big man, he’s a landmark, a lighthouse guiding people towards safety where they can hide in the protective presence of his shadow. His face is an open book, his emotive blue eyes betraying any feelings he might try to keep beneath the surface. He hides the softness of his jawline and the doubling of his chin beneath a short, well-maintained and oiled beard. His brown hair is cut short and has started to thin out in the back. His skin is well moisturized and he always smells faintly of the woods mixed with a good bourbon.

He’s a massive man and is almost always the largest guy in the room. He used to be absolutely shredded, but an overly indulgent lifestyle has softened his muscles and rounded out his gut. However, he is still quite strong thanks to him mostly performing physical labor and he holds his weight pretty well. His hands are notably rough, often coated with fresh scratches from screwing around with some kind of household repairs. Sully dresses in flattering if simple clothes, sticking to the traditional look of the local foresters and fishers with his flannel shirts or cardigan sweaters, straight legged jeans, and well-worn boots. Sully knows that almost nobody will be able to see his bald spot, but he’s still too young to learn to accept it. Instead he always wears some kind of hat, sticking with knit beanies in the fall and winter and switching it up for a baseball cap in the warmer seasons. 

Sully has a welcoming, teddy bear air about him that makes him seem extremely approachable despite his size. His voice is deep and warm, with a rich laugh that is easy to entice out of the man. He’s prone to staring off into the distance as if his eyes are trying to catch up to his wandering mind, yet despite this apparent flightiness he never seems to miss the thread of the conversation. Sully has a tendency to keep his hands in his pockets and moves with all the speed of a tortoise frozen inside of a glacier.  [/indent]

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[i]"Just trying to do something with my life. Nothing more."[/i]

[INDENT][b]MAIN GOAL ⫻[/b] Back in the day Sully had big dreams of being a pro football player. He was so committed to chasing those dreams that even a dimension devouring serpent couldn’t stop them. Nowadays Sully dreams much smaller, visions of making rent and not moving back in with his mom dancing in his head. Really he is just focusing on working on himself at this time, doing what he can to get out of the rut he feels like he has been stuck in since he dropped out of college. 

[b]PHILOSOPHY ⫻[/b] Try to make things better, and if you can’t do that, at least remember that the last thing the world needs is another asshole. Sully always tried to treat everyone with kindness and respect even if they did not show him the same, adhering to the old adage that you never know what people are going through or where they came from. While he might not agree with certain people, he often tries to understand the whys behind their beliefs while others might rightfully write them off as simply being wrong. Also, while Sully feels that the world is largely full of assholes, he believes that almost none of them are beyond redemption. He’s known to be too forgiving of people to the point of destructive naivety. 

[b]SECRETS ⫻[/b]  A large number of “workplace accidents” caused by Sully that ruined expensive construction or logging equipment and would wind up getting him sacked from the job were intentional. In fact, over the years Sully has gotten away with causing a significant amount of property damage in the name of environmentalism and, as of lately, the Greenwood Coven. Sully aligns neatly with many of their beliefs and he’s happy to be part of another team, although he has yet to be fully admitted into the Greenwood Coven.

[b]SEXUALITY ⫻[/b] Sully is gay. Although he had confided this to a few close friends while in high school, he did not fully come out until after he’d quit his college football team.

[b]FEARS ⫻[/b] Being inadequate. Sully fears that he is destined to be one of those guys who peaked in highschool. It’s already the case for him with football, and topping the Stygian Snake is a tall order—especially when he firmly believes that the Coven would’ve beaten the beast without him.

[b]REPUTATION IN OLD COVEN ⫻[/b] Largely well-liked. Having been lifelong friends and neighbors with Ashley, Sully was in pretty early with the Coven. Ashley might’ve been the one cheerleading when he was playing football, but Sully was essentially the cheerleader when it came to the Coven. He was always friendly and welcoming to the new members, often going above and beyond to make sure that they felt comfortable with their transition to the paranormal world and the nightmare that was battling the Stygian Snake. He was also seen as an apologist for Ashley’s temperamental behavior and a bit too sympathetic when it came to dealing with Britney. Still, Sully was the one that always got the Coven beer, so if he occasionally sidled with the wrong person it never really mattered to the group.

[b]ROLE IN THE BATTLE AGAINST THE STYGIAN SNAKE ⫻[/b] Sully, like Britney, served as a recruiter for the Coven. Unlike Britney his methods were above board, typically working with other members of the Coven to patrol St. Portwell and rescue anyone targeted by the Stygian Snake’s minions. During the final fight against the Stygian Snake, Sully worked alongside Jade to keep the Coven on their feet with his healing magic. 

[b]FLAWS ⫻[/b] Sully is reliably unreliable and is horrible at making commitments. He has never been early to anything before in his life and ‘on time’ loosely translates to ‘within the first thirty minutes’. He often agrees to plans solely because he doesn’t like turning people down and then either forgets or cancels moments before it starts. If Sully ever has to make a choice on his own it is often an agonizing experience. He typically latches onto the first idea someone gives to him, fully championing it up until the moment someone presents a counter argument. Then, he can be easily ping-ponged for eternally between the two options until one of the others eventually backs down. 
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[sub][b] Backstory[/b][/sub]
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[i]"Kind of hard to top these results."[/i]

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Sully had a fantastic childhood. He grew up in a small two-bedroom home in St. Portwell where he shared a bunk bed with his older brother Sammy. His mom worked part time as a grocer while his dad was often away for weeks at a time working on a crabbing vessel. Sully lived for the time whenever his dad returned, because it typically meant the family was going to spend the weekend camping. His dad would teach him how to fish and hunt and kayak. His dad would also tell him stories of the sea. Later on Sully would realize his dad had just been pulling his leg, but as a kid he was amazed by the sea creatures pops had to do battle with just so he could bring home some dough for his family. Mostly, however, mostly his dad just taught Sully how to slow down and appreciate the world around him, stopping their hikes to breathe in deep and say cheesy dad stuff like, “Wow. This is it, isn’t it kiddo?” 

Sully grew up next door to Ashley Stone. The two would go around riding their bikes, skipping stones on the river, and, when they were a little bit older, finding a hidden spot to smoke cigarettes that Ashley had swiped from her mom or drink beers that Sully had gotten from his brother. He doesn’t remember how they became friends. His mom had pictures on the fridge of them as kindergartners holding hands while waiting for the bus, of them as toddlers covered in mud, of them as babies laying on a carpet. They would go to the same high school together and had the same group of friends. Ashley would go on to become a cheerleader. Sullivan would play football. 

Football is where Sully would fall in love—not with Ashley, gross man, she was like a sister. He fell in love with being on a team. The comradery, the shared emotions, the shoulder to lean on or the hand to help you up. Plus, the team was pretty good—state champions during Sully’s second and third year. It was always when playing football that Sully began to come to terms with the feelings he had towards the kicker, as well as realizing that while St. Portwell was overall fairly friendly towards gay men, it still wasn’t something that one could share with a highschool boys’ locker room. He came out to Ashley instead, who was a good enough friend to keep the “Oh, I already knew” to herself. 

The summer before his senior year was going to be perfect: parties, road trips, and romantic flings. It started with a massive beach bonfire with plenty of booze and drugs to go around. Sully stumbled away from the party to answer nature’s call and walked out to the ocean. After he finished up he stubbed his toe against what he at first thought was a rock, but as he grabbed it to chuck it into the water he realized it was an old cup. No, not just any old cup, his drunken brain told him—it was the king’s cup! He rinsed the sand off of it with beer, filled it up with cheap whiskey, returned to the group, and declared himself king of the beach. “And when the king of the beach drinks from the king’s cup, all drink with him!” was his first royal decree and the last thing he remembered from that night.

During that summer wherever Sully went to party the “king’s cup” came too. It became a running goof amongst his friends to bet how many drinks until Sully would pull the stupid glass out and declare himself king of the party. One party near the end of summer Britney Williams grabbed Sully and dragged him away from the party when he produced the cup, with the two of them getting hooted and hollered at as he proclaimed, “She wants to be with the king!” She did not. She wanted to know how he got his hands on the Chalice. She wanted to know if he was the Cupbearer. She kept saying weird things, about a snake, about how he needed to drink his own blood, creepy shit. She, Sully thought at the time, was clearly high.

Then, life became a nightmare. The Stygian Snake attacked his neighborhood shortly thereafter. His house got destroyed but his family was away. He, however, was inside. Ashley, covered in blood that wasn’t her own, found him under a pile of debris with a metal pipe speared through his stomach. He was going to die, but he remembered what Britney had said and, well, a massive fucking snake destroying his house made him a believer. Ashley thought he was losing it when she told him to grab the cup, one final bit before he bit the dust, but she did so anyway. Together they pulled the pipe out. Then Sully had Ashley pool his blood into the cup and he drank. And, just like Britney had said he would, he lived.

Everything was a whirlwind after that. Ashley formed the Coven and Sully tagged along, dreaming of the one day the world would return to normalcy. Somehow, it did—the Coven defeated the Stygian Snake and saved his hometown. He remained with them through the rest of the school year and following summer, playing peacemaker and throwing raucous parties in their hideout when Ashley would allow him, but being a witch wasn’t really his scene. He still dreamed of being a pro athlete, so when the time came he headed off to a state college. The king’s cup, or the Chalice as Britney insisted on him calling it, stayed in St. Portwell at the request of Sloane Faris. She insisted that if was abandoning the duties, whatever the fuck that meant, then the least he could do was ensure that the Chalice remained with someone who would keep it safe. He obliged and went on to achieve his dreams.

Assuming, that is, if his dreams were to gain a shit ton of weight, develop a drinking problem, drop out of college, and move back to his hometown without a dime to his name or a future ahead of him. Let’s face it, Sully partied too much and worked too little and at the end of the day he just wasn’t good enough to compete on a collegiate level. He was benched and when his grades or his focus on the field didn’t improve he was cut. His dad was able to get him some blue collar work around town, but none of the jobs ever really panned out.

He spiraled into a funk, feeling like a total loser and struggling to find a reason to get out of bed in the morning. His depression was only deepened when his dad passed away. Lung cancer. His dad hadn’t smoked a day in his life. The doctors said it was possibly aggravated by some of the chemicals used on the crabbing vessels. At the time Sully was working on a logging crew. He watched as thousands of trees were chopped down, the same trees that he and his dad would hike through, the same trees that made his dad stop and look in awe, and something inside of Sully snapped. 

After the workday ended Sully went home, got his tools, and returned. He dismantled the equipment. When he arrived at work the next day he was frustrated to find out that the logging company had easily fixed his sabotage. His coworkers laughed about how the tree huggers always thought a monkey wrench was enough to get between them and a job. Sully reached out to Sloane, asking if he could have the Chalice back. He was able to toe her line of questioning, promising her that it was for a good purpose. She eventually relented, claiming that she was only holding it for him  anyway.

Sully snuck back to work after acquiring the Chalice. Loosened bolts and jammed cogs weren’t enough to stop the logging equipment, but corrosive acid would eat enough through enough of the mechanics to call the thing a total loss. Little did he know he was being watched. As he went back to his truck he was approached by a group of cloaked figures with their faces hidden by masks. The tension eased as Sully chatted with the Greenwood Coven, discovering that they shared a common mindset. He accepted an invitation back to their camp, and by the morning it felt like he had found a potential new team. 

Sully was fully ready to give himself completely over to the Greenwood Coven, but they were a little skeptical about accepting new members until they proved himself. They said they would call him the next time they needed help. In a way, Sully found himself once again benched. It was nearly a month after meeting them that Sully got the call, and immediately after he got news that one of his friends had been murdered. Sully bailed on the Greenwood Coven, but he was able to get back in their good graces after explaining the situation and promising them he’d help another time. 

When Ashley died, Sully became unreachable as he tried to find the bottom of the Chalice. A voicemail was left by Auri Auclair to no response.


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[sub][b] Paranormal-Abilities[/b][/sub]
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[i]"Who wants a drink?"[/i]

[indent][b]TYPE ⫻[/b] Aberration (Agent)

[b]ABSTRACTION ⫻[/b] The Chalice, an artifact that can produce a never ending amount of any kind of liquid including a healing elixir. 

[b]ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻[/b] The Chalice is an artifact that has been around since ancient times, held by kings, messiahs, and so-called god and known by many other names. It somehow became lost, spurring many seekers of its powers to quest for it but never find it. Eventually, the Chalice became little more than a myth, believed to be little more than a flowery metaphor written down by a poet of yore and misinterpreted by the simple masses of days gone by. In reality, the Chalice somehow ended up being discovered by a jock in Oregon. 

The Chalice is a large, empty silver goblet that is covered with runic symbols; the inside is stained a brownish red. The Chalice is a normal cup unless it is held by the Cupbearer, who is the only person able to activate its magical properties. A small blood offering is required to become the Cupbearer—about 3 drops in the goblet—and they are able to use the Chalice until another person performs the ritual. The Chalice cannot be damaged by normal means or by the contents summoned by the Cupbearer. 

The Cupbearer can fill the Chalice with an endless supply of whatever liquid they want. This can range from mundane uses, like creating water or wine to drink, to dangerous, like calling forth lava or acid and splashing it upon a foe. The most notable liquid the Chalice can produce is an elixir, a magical concoction that can heal recent wounds and restore energy if drank. It’s worth noting that the Chalice is “self-cleaning” in the sense that creating another liquid obliterates whatever of the previous liquid was left in the cup. This also happens when the Cupbearer stops touching the Chalice. Therefore, the Cupbearer cannot accidentally poison others or unintentionally cause chemical reactions.  

How much liquid appears is dependent on the wishes of the Cupbearer. Typically, one cupful is what is summoned on each use, but they could continue to call forth more liquid as long as they remain in contact with the Chalice. 

[b]LIMITS ⫻[/b]The Chalice produces liquid one cup at a time, so while theoretically someone could use it to flood an area it would take an excruciating amount of time. The normal liquid created by the Chalice disappears after a day unless it was consumed by a living creature, so it cannot be used to create stockpiles. Likewise, the healing elixir created by the Chalice becomes benign within a few minutes, so it cannot be used to create potions. 

The healing offered by the Chalice is strong but it is not absolute. It is capable of closing any wound and reversing life-threatening injuries, as well as counteracting and eliminating infectious diseases. However, it cannot be used to end curses, it cannot regrow or reattach lost limbs, and it cannot prevent the effects of aging or natural diseases such as cancer or heart disease. As well, the elixir only works if the recipient is capable of drinking it—pouring the elixir on an unconscious person will only result in getting them wet.

[b]WEAKNESSES ⫻[/b] Sully has to live with the knowledge that the Chalice is also a Cum Chalice [i]and[/i] a Piss Chalice. Sully possesses no special resistances to what he summons so he can easily injure himself by summoning lava and acid.
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[i]"Why do I let myself be held back?"[/i]

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